The Faded Masquerade

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The dream was always the same: a vast, dark room where the air hummed with a frequency that shattered teeth. Elias Thorne woke with his heart hammering against his ribs, the taste of copper on his tongue. He was forty years old, a clockmaker in the industrial town of Oakhaven, and the Grand Meridian Clock in the town square was the only thing standing between him and ruin. His rent was three...

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